Also, I'd buy you some Bordeux mixture for that peach disease that Bissage - that one hell of a nice, thoughtful and considerate sweetheart of a guy - so nicely, thoughtfully, and considerately pointed out.

Let's talk images. A snake. A butterfly. A young man with his shirt unbuttoned to his waist, pouting at the camera. Lots of chest stubble. Alone, each image is rather boring. Put them together, and what you have is a hotter-than-Johnny Depp new Rolling Stone cover of American Idol runner-up Adam Lambert. The 27-year-old dude who made guyliner fashionable again gave an interview to the magazine confirming—big surprise—that he's gay. What's really surprising: I can't stop thinking about him. And neither can any of my cougar-aged friends. We love Adam, truly, madly, deeply, in a kind of weirdly Mrs. Robinson sexual way. And the reason doesn't just have to do with our past lives as professional groupies. It also has something to do with biology.

Just a few short months ago, most of my female friends and I were clueless about Adam Lambert. We're busy, professional women, some of us with demanding families and children, all of us with demanding jobs. We never spent our Tuesday nights in front of the TV. Yet this year, for slightly more than two months, phone calls went unanswered and any type of social or familial interactions were put on hold on so we could plop ourselves in front of our sets at 8 p.m. to watch American Idol, the No. 1 rated show on TV, which none of us had ever bothered with before. It started innocently enough: A friend, waylaid by a flu bug, was channel-surfing from the comfort of her couch one Tuesday evening and saw a bejeweled young thing singing a scorching rendition of Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire." She left us phone messages and tweets, saying, and I quote, "ohmygawdyouhavetoseethisemoglambowielovechildonAmericanIdol." We went, "Huh," but we tuned in the following week. And then we were gone.

My seemingly well-adjusted posse, myself included, morphed into archetypal Adam Lambert fangirls. We became Glamberts, besotted with the leather and rhinestones, the perfectly smudgy guyliner, the emo coal-colored coif and, oh, yeah, the preternatural vocal range. When we got together, we no longer talked about good books, North Korea or the recession. We talked about all things Lambert. We became the thing that we normally despise: a cougar court that fell into a gentle loin lust with a man young enough to be our son. And a gay one, to boot.

``A dog believes his master is at the door. But can he also believe his master will come the day after to-morrow? -- And what can he not do here? -- How do I do it? -- How am I supposed to answer this?''

"A dog believes his master is at the door. But can he also believe his master will come the day after to-morrow? -- And what can he not do here? -- How do I do it? -- How am I supposed to answer this?"

Wittgenstein Phil Inv pt 2.

"..perhaps we really do not want to know the answers to these questions. We should not despise the desire to be kept in ignorance -- are there not many facts about yourself and your loved ones that you would wisely choose not to know? Speaking for myself, I am sure that I would go to some lengths to prevent myself from learning al! the secrets of those around me -- whom they found disgusting, whom they secretly adored, what crimes and follies they had committed, or thought I had committed! Learning all these facts would destroy my composure, cripple my attitude towards those around me. Perhaps learning too much about our animal cousins would have a similarly poisonous effect on our relations with them."

The sentiments of a man in love. Isn't this what we want for the woman we love. This ,of coarse, means that we love her, want to hold her and care for her.

Love after 50 is wonderful. Strong, independent women,"who know their way" are the best mate no matter the age.

As to the money, it comes and goes. $ 1,000,000 today can be$10,000 in a month. You know the saying, "for richer or poorer".True love knows no bounds and stands forever. As the kids say,"like no inflation".

As to the money, it comes and goes. $ 1,000,000 today can be$10,000 in a month.

Thats If an Obama czar even lets you keep it.

"Now we've moved into the realm of gangster government. We have gangster government when the Federal Government has set up a new cartel and private businesses now have to go begging with their hand out to their local--hopefully well politically connected--Congressman or their Senator so they can buy a peace offering for that local business. Is that the kind of country we are going to have in the future?"

Lem, while it is ever so easy to allow any waking serious thought to move to the state of our nation, how about we take an Althouse post off from that tonight, and just roll with imagining something sweet as a peach.

@ Lem The key so far is remain private. They may come for us eventually, but we will be the last. Obamas handlers will only go so far. There is too much money at stake. There are enough wealthy people in our country who will eventually stop this nonsense. The "small" businessman is the "cash cow" of this country. Guns, butter, and good attorneys will prevail. I hope!

Yesterday I fell on my front stairs, my legs were tired from moving crap. I moved stuff out of the basement on May 9 because of potential flooding. I had to move that all back, and declutter and get stuff out of the house for guests. So my legs were tired and I didn't lift my leg high enough to clear the step and I stubbed my toe hard and reeling back in pain I lost my balance and fell off the next stair to the ground...all the way down I'm thinking I better not break anything! And I didn't. Some cuts and bruises but nothing serious.

I went rowing (sculling) today on a beautiful, remote, wild lake. I took my Strike Alert II personal lightning detector, and the forecast was iffy, so I knew I was taking a risk. But it's the last day for two months. I was getting blips on the display but I wanted to make it all the way up to the Hurricane Creek notch and have a rest. The sky was looking black so I cut my rest short and rowed steady and hard back to the marina. I was about 45 minutes up the lake and it's surrounded by cliffs--no emergency escape. I was rounding the corner to the marina when I started hearing nearby thunder and had close distance readings on the detector. I was getting off the water when I first saw lightning. I had secured my equipment in case of high winds and I was esconced safely in my car for about ten minutes before the storm unleashed. Perfect timing.

My house is super clean ready for guests. Sister in law and her daughter arrive Saturday, I get out of the hospital Sunday if all goes well. I am optimistic this is not cancer. Regardless, it's a good thing for my breast cancer risk management.

I am having a total hysterectomy including fallopian tubes and ovaries. My right ovary is huge and there's a solid mass or tumor within it. My CA 125 test was normal, and I had a negative PET CT scan in January, so I'm optimistic. There's only about a 20 percent chance it could be ovarian cancer or a mets of a cancer I've had previously. (I've had three primary cancers.)

Another great thing today, my favorite shampoo and conditioner that my stylist doesn't sell any more, is at JC Penney on sale with an extra discount coupon. Matrix Biolage Colour Therapie! They didn't have the smoothing gel though. I bought three large sets so I'm well stocked. It was way cheap compared to what my stylist was charging. Happy shopping score!

I report to the hospital at 845 am. Was unsuccessful at talking the doc into chipping in a bonus free bellyectomy lipo and tummy tuck. Rats.

Liz, I pray all goes well. All goes as easy and quick as possible. All goes according to your hopes. I pray all heals quickly and in the midst of all of this you are able to find profound peace, and encouragement, and even laughter. May the pain and the bother go away quickly.

MadisonMan, thanks. I seem to be right on schedule. I have gone in to my office for about 3 hours for two days now, and that's been just fine. I am certainly slowed down in my movements, and can't pick up anything over 8 lbs (the "gallon of milk" standard), but so far, so good.

I didn't have the history that Liz has of cancer, so my main worries were just a general anxiety about anesthesia and the dislike of being in pain, and being bored. Anesthesia is apparently quite an advanced science, and boredom is a motivation to get on your feet and walking again.

I hope Liz has as easy an experience, relatively speaking, as I did. If she's having lapryscopic surgery, that's going to make for an easier recovery than an abdominal incision. Either way, that shady porch and lots of ice tea will come in handy.